John;
It's not a joke, it's more of a shaggy dog story if you know what that is.
When I was in art school, I was taking first year Ceramics at night. I was in my 20's. There was an older gentleman in my class who was taking all of his courses in the evening while working during the day.
As we got going on throwing, he made this really big, but really heavy bowl. It was about 16 inches across, but really bottom heavy. We had our critiques with our prof. He asked the prof what he should do with his bowl. Without cracking a smile, my prof said;" Fill it full of cement, attach a chain to it and use it as a boat anchor."
And so, the next week, the man came to class and said;"you, know, I took your idea, tried it out, and that boat anchor really works"
Hence forth, whenever we have really heavy pieces in an evening class, they are referred to as BOAT ANCHORS.

A man goes on his first solo parachute jump and to his horror the chute does not open and he is plummeting towards the ground.
Suddenly he spots another guy rocketing upwards at an increbidle speed.
"Hey fella, do you know how to open a parachute?" he asks as the person zooms by.
"Nope" says the guy "Do you know how to light a gas kiln?"

Several years ago I was at a family gathering and was talking excitedly about an upcoming raku firing. Some of those there didn't know the process so I started to describe the steps and my youngest grandson (about 5 1/2 years old) started bawling. He was inconsolable and would have nothing to do with me. After finally getting him quieted, my daughter asked why he was so upset.

He pointed his finger at me and said, "She's mean! What did the raccoons do that was so bad she cooked 'em?"

"A potter, a priest, a rabbi, and an elephant walk into a bar............. "

"How many potters does it ............."

"What do you call a potter that.........."

SO...... today's Potters Council "Question of the Week" is truly just for fun.

Do you have a good ceramics/pottery related joke to share with us all?

Please remember that this is an open forum, and to keep the content you post here "appropriate" to a wide range of people.

Don't remember where I read this one, so I can't take credit.

1950's roadside old Southwestern Indian roadside pottery stand- New York city tourist buys a beautiful hand made pot one summer. $25 dollars. Takes it back to New York, and all of his friends, relatives, neighbors etc want one just like it. Thinks to himself, I could really rake it in if I sold them for $50. The following summer he returns to the stand with the pot. He talks to the old Indian, saying he wants to buy 100 pots the same as the one he has. The Indian, smokes on a pipe, thinks for a while and says $250 each. The dude is outraged, how could he sell them for $500. He looks around the ground and shelves, no the Indian's prices haven't gone up, so what gives. He asks the Indian, why? The Indian tells him I make one pot for joy of making, cannot sell the joy, only a pot when done. For 100 of the same, no JOY. You pay me for pain of making 100 all the same. . . . .$250 dollars each!

Yeah I know not politically correct Native American and all, but I told it the way I remember reading it. My numbers may be off, but who cares. Maybe not a joke so much as a fable.

i remember a cartoon showing an older man in a really fancy corner office in a high rise. he was talking to a young man and said " son, i am really glad that you have found yourself, but couldn't you have decided to be a potter before you finished law school?'

My husband and I were not into the MJ scene but most of our friends were. In the early 70's we went to visit a friend from childhood, as I looked around his apartment I noticed a lot of pottery. I pointed towards one sitting on the coffee table and asked him where he got his pot from. He blushed and started stammering and shifting around, my husband jumped in and explained to him that I was only interested in the pottery. Years later I nearly got into trouble, I had decided to do a smoke finish on some large pieces we set everything up as safe as we knew how and started putting hot pots in trash cans with newspaper and carbon paper. Ten minutes into the firing the fire department shows up bursting through our back yard gate, I ran to them to and said don't worry were just smoking some pots. Of course that statement had to be explained to them, I didn't get a ticket but they said I needed a bucket of sand near by a hose wasn't good enough. Em barrasing at the time but both turned into great stories. Denice

i remember a cartoon showing an older man in a really fancy corner office in a high rise. he was talking to a young man and said " son, i am really glad that you have found yourself, but couldn't you have decided to be a potter before you finished law school?'

i remember a cartoon showing an older man in a really fancy corner office in a high rise. he was talking to a young man and said " son, i am really glad that you have found yourself, but couldn't you have decided to be a potter before you finished law school?'